#AmericanWriters
Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.